Tango. The I Ching. Willy Wonka. Receiving the Stigmata. Sabina Braxton. It’s been such a week returning home. I’m not finished posting Corsica pics but if I don’t write now - how will I explain it all? Where to start? It must have began on Sabrina’s terrace. We were drinking spritz and talking about Waiting for Godot. Beckett. I’ve never read it. Have you? Sabina’s well read and brings references about that others don’t. I like people I learn from. She’s quick and makes me think. Later we were standing in Campo Santo Stefano and she found out I didn’t dance. Suddenly she’s tangoing in the street. “You must learn.” Before I know it - shes convinced me. Reluctantly. Things you don’t know about me...I have no rhythm. I don’t dance. “Of course you do” she says and a day later I’m in her entrance hall learning to walk- baby steps backwards towards the tango. Listen to the music. Feel it. Just walk. Walk. “I walked into a glass wall these days” I tell her. “I can see where I was going before Covid but now my body is pressed up against the glass between me and the future.” Doors to the past are closing. Reinvent. Reimagine. Imagine if everything was possible. I trust my intuition and yet why can’t I beleive it’s all going to be ok. We toss 3 coins 6 times. The iChing. I get 4 Youthful Innocence. That’s my past. The future 32. Heng. Duration. Commit. Breathe. Let it happen. What if the future is bigger than you imagined. The next morning- yesterday- Peter arrived - a new business partner...

“Hold your breath

Make a wish

Count to three”

As we talk in my office I bend down to put a book on bottom shelf. It jostles the cabinet which shakes lose an antique iron sign - 3 foot long, 1 foot wide, 70 pounds, which was attached to the wall. The back of the sign has to 2 iron spikes which drill into the wall holding it up right. It leaps off the wall- catapulting towards my temple. It hits. Blood fills the floor around me. So much blood. It’s hot. So warm. Peter pulls the iron sign off me. He thought he was watching me die. My hand is attached to the iron stake- stigmata. Reflexively I had covered my face with my hand. It’s a miracle. Blood is my hair. I’m Fine. The stake drove into my palm, that fleshy core, avoiding all bones. Just tissue. Today I write. For the last month I’ve been practicing non dominant hand writing as a spiritual practice. You’re more open to the spirit - to your subconscious- when you write with your non dominant hand. And now, as it heals, my right hand won’t function. I’m Forced to listen. To meditate. To breathe. 32. There’s something about that number in numerology. I look it up. 32. creative expression, teamwork, relationships, sensuality, optimism, curiosity. People who see 32 have the power to sway of masses of people. They are charming and magnetic and they enchant others with their talk. It’s the number of writers. I write. Amy Burke and I made a commitment to write. We meet next week for our writers group. I’m finishing writing my book with my non dominant hand.

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